The Library

Lilith

I pull into the parking lot of my apartment building, the engine’s soft hum fading as I cut the ignition. The familiar building stands before me, but everything feels different now. I’m not coming back here to stay, to continue my life as it was. I’m coming back to gather pieces of myself, pack up what little remains of who I was before Sebastian came into my life and turned everything upside down.

My fingers drum on the steering wheel as I sit there for a moment, breathing in the quiet before I have to face it all. Anna’s waiting for me, probably sitting on the couch in her apartment across the hall, already texting me asking where the hell I am. I glance at my phone, seeing a couple of unread messages from her. I smile faintly at the thought of her impatiently pacing in my living room, always the one ready to move before I am. She’s always had a key to my place, just like I have one to hers. She pretty much lets herself in whenever she wants. We’re like sisters.

I grab my bag and step out of the car, the chill of the air biting at my skin. As I make my way inside, I can’t help but notice a sleek, black motorcycle parked near the entrance. It’s not Sebastian’s, I know that much. But something about it makes my heart skip a beat, the sight of it leaving a nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach. I shake it off, forcing myself to focus. Sebastian isn’t here, and neither is Ty. It’s probably nothing. Just some random biker who happens to live nearby.

I push the thought aside as I make my way up the stairs to my apartment. When I reach the door, smiling before opening it, knowing Anna is probably already sprawled on my couch, waiting for me to get my ass back here.

“About time!” she calls from the living room as I step inside. “I was starting to think you’d gotten lost.”

I chuckle, shaking my head as I walk toward her. “Yeah, yeah, I’m here. Sorry, traffic.”

Anna looks up from her phone, her bright smile immediately making me feel more at ease. She’s wearing her usual laid-back outfit—jeans, a comfy sweater, and her signature messy bun. She’s the complete opposite of me in so many ways, but that’s why we work.

“Got everything packed yet?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Not quite,” I admit, setting my bag down. “I just need to grab some more clothes and a few personal things.”

She grins, leaning back into the couch. “Good. I’ll just be here, keeping your couch warm while you run around like a madwoman.”

I roll my eyes but smile. It feels good to have Anna here. Her lightness, her easy-going nature—it’s exactly what I need right now to keep from overthinking everything that’s been swirling in my head. Especially about Sebastian.

I start moving around my apartment, grabbing clothes from my drawers and closet, shoving them into a duffel bag that belongs to Sebastian. Anna chatters away from the living room, updating me on all the latest gossip from campus, but I can barely focus. My mind keeps wandering back to Sebastian—where he is, what he’s doing. And why he feels the need to keep me in the dark.

“Are you even listening to me?” Anna calls out, her voice breaking through my thoughts.

I snap back to reality, turning to face her. “Sorry, what?”

She rolls her eyes dramatically. “You’re totally distracted. What’s up?”

I hesitate, my hands still holding a pile of clothes. Should I tell her what’s really going on? About Sebastian, about how things have escalated between us? About the control he has over me, how much I both love and hate it? I want to tell her everything, but at the same time, I feel like I need to keep parts of it to myself. Parts that even I’m not ready to face.

“I don’t know,” I say, sighing as I drop the clothes into the bag. “Just… everything feels so intense lately.”

Anna frowns, sitting up straighter. “Intense how?”

I shake my head, trying to find the right words. “It’s just… Sebastian. He’s got all this control, and sometimes it’s like he knows what I’m thinking before I even say it. I don’t know how to explain it.”

Anna’s eyes widen a little, but she doesn’t interrupt. She knows when to let me talk, let me get the words out without pressure. I’m not sure exactly how her relationship with Ty is, but if he’s anything even close to what Sebastian is like, I think she already knows exactly what I’m talking about.

“And now, he’s telling me to move in with him, like it’s no big deal. And part of me wants to, but another part of me…” I trail off, feeling the weight of it all settle on my shoulders.

“Part of you feels like you’re giving up control,” Anna finishes for me, nodding knowingly.

I nod, grateful that she understands. “Exactly.”

As I zip the duffel shut, Anna glances at me, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. “So, I saw something interesting on Facebook today,” she says, her tone teasing. My stomach tightens, knowing exactly what she’s about to bring up.

“Oh?” I play dumb, trying to keep my voice neutral, but I can already feel the heat rising in my cheeks.

“Yeah,” Anna leans forward, eyes sparkling with curiosity. “You and Sebastian. It’s Facebook official now? I mean, you didn’t tell me, you bitch!” She laughs, but then her face softens. “I’m happy for you, Lily. Really. But seriously, I want details. All the dirty secrets. What’s he like in bed? I know you told me you two slept together and that he took your virginity, but… I want the real scoop.” My mouth goes dry, and I shift uncomfortably. I’ve never told Anna just how rough things get with Sebastian.

There’s a part of me that thinks she wouldn’t understand. That maybe she’d think it’s wrong. I take a deep breath, unsure of how to respond, but before I can say anything, she smirks.

“Don’t give me that look. I know it gets crazy sometimes. Ty loves to tie me up and fuck me senseless too.” She says it so casually, I blink in surprise.

“You and Ty-?” I trail off, my eyes widening.

She raises her eyebrows, grinning. “Yeah. He’s got a bit of a dominant streak. Likes control, if you know what I mean. I thought it was weird at first, but honestly, it’s hot as hell.” She shrugs like it’s no big deal, then leans in closer. “So, c’mon. Spill. Sebastian’s the same, isn’t he? I can see it in the way he looks at you. That man’s got you on a leash, doesn’t he?”

I swallow hard, biting my lip. She doesn’t know the half of it. Sebastian doesn’t just like control-he thrives on it. Every moment we’re together, he’s in charge, pushing me to places I didn’t even know existed. But how do I explain that without sounding… I don’t even know. Desperate?

Or maybe just… lost?

“It’s… intense,” I admit finally, my voice barely a whisper.

Anna’s eyes light up, leaning closer like I’ve just given her the juiciest piece of gossip. “Oh, I bet it is. Does he, like, push you around? Hold you down?” she asks, her voice lowering conspiratorially. “Ty loves to pull my hair, tie me up, all of it. It’s fucking wild.”

I can’t help but laugh a little, the tension easing just a bit. Anna would understand, maybe more than I’d given her credit for.

“Yeah, something like that,” I say softly. “He’s… rough. But I like it.” Her eyes widen, and she slaps her hand on the couch in excitement. “I knew it! Man, I’m so jealous. You’ve got to give me more than that, though. I want all the details, Lily.”

I shake my head, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks again. “I don’t know if I can-”

“Oh, please,” Anna interrupts, laughing. “If I can tell you about Ty tying me up and fucking me, you can give me a little something.”

I can’t help but laugh, the tension between us breaking as I shake my head in disbelief. This was Anna-always pushing, always prying, but never in a way that made me feel judged. And maybe, just maybe, talking about this would help me make sense of it all. Help me understand why, despite everything, I keep going back to Sebastian, keep craving the way he made me feel. The way he breaks me down just to build me back up again.

* * *

Back at Sebastian’s house, the routine is the same, but it’s as if the air between Anna and me is thicker. We both know our guys are out there doing something dangerous, something they won’t talk about, and we’re both left behind to wonder. It gnaws at us, that sense of being shut out, even though we’ve become an integral part of their lives.

I go to class, but my mind isn’t there. I sit in lectures, the professor’s voice a distant hum as my thoughts spiral. What could be so dangerous that Sebastian doesn’t even want to talk to me about it? What could make him so protective, so insistent that I stay here, in his home? Our home now. It seems… weird. But not bad. Just weird.

I catch glimpses of Anna at school, and she’s just as distracted. Her eyes are constantly flicking to her phone, waiting for any sign of Ty. She’s doing her best to stay focused, but I can see the same worry in her eyes that I feel.

After our quiet conversation, the realization hangs heavy between us, sinking in like a stone. We sit in the courtyard on campus, surrounded by the sounds of other students, their laughter and chatter filling the air, but it all feels distant. Like Anna and I are caught in some other reality—one where our boyfriends are out there doing things we can’t even begin to comprehend. The knowledge gnaws at me, twisting in my stomach as I glance down at my phone again, willing a text from Sebastian to pop up. But nothing. Anna finally told me, in a hushed voice, that Ty never really shared the details with her. Not really. Sure, he’d mention when he was going on one of his assignments or when he’d killed someone. But the details? The sick, twisted intricacies of it all? He kept those to himself. She said he gets off on the torture, that much she knows, but the rest… the facts, the raw, bloody truth? That was something he didn’t think she needed to know.

Anna sighs beside me, breaking the silence. “It’s like they think we’re too fragile to handle whatever it is they’re doing,” she mutters, pushing her coffee cup away with a frustrated shove.

“They’re probably not wrong,” I admit, my voice quiet. “I don’t know how I’d react if I knew the full extent of it. But at the same time, I hate being kept in the dark.” I bite my lip, fighting the urge to text Sebastian again. To demand answers. But I know that no matter how much I push, he won’t tell me anything unless he wants to. He’s made that perfectly clear.

Anna fidgets with her phone, her fingers tracing the edge of the screen. “Ty keeps telling me he’s fine, that I don’t need to worry, but that’s the problem. The more he tells me not to worry, the more I worry. I feel like something’s off. Like… I don’t know, like they’re in deeper than they expected.”

Her words send another chill down my spine. It’s exactly what I’ve been feeling but haven’t said out loud. The unease, the sense that something bigger is looming over us, threatening to swallow us whole.

“I’ve been seeing this motorcycle around,” I confess, my voice barely above a whisper. “It’s been everywhere. Outside my apartment, on campus… it’s probably nothing, but it’s just… weird.”

Anna raises an eyebrow. “You think someone’s following you?”

I shrug, trying to shake off the paranoia. “I don’t know. But after everything that’s happened, I wouldn’t be surprised.”

Anna frowns, leaning back in her seat as she processes what I’ve said. “Do you think Sebastian knows?”

“If he does, he hasn’t told me,” I mutter, feeling the familiar frustration bubbling up again. “He keeps everything so close to his chest. It’s like… I don’t know if he’s protecting me or just controlling the situation.”

“Probably both,” Anna says with a sigh. “Ty’s the same. But whatever they’re doing, it’s clearly dangerous. And I’m starting to wonder if they didn’t just want us to move in because they care, but because they’re genuinely afraid for us.”

The weight of her words settles heavily in my chest. She’s right. The more I think about it, the more it makes sense. Sebastian’s insistence that I move in with him wasn’t just about him wanting to be close to me. It was about keeping me safe. From what, though? That’s the question neither of us can answer.

“Do you think we’re in danger?” I ask quietly, the question hanging in the air between us.

Anna glances around the courtyard, her eyes narrowing slightly. “I don’t know. But whatever they’re involved in… it’s big enough that they’re both on edge. And that scares me.”

We sit in silence for a while after that, both of us lost in our own thoughts, the tension between us growing thicker by the minute. I try to focus on my classes, on the mundane parts of life that used to feel normal, but it’s impossible. Everything feels tainted by the uncertainty of what’s going on behind the scenes.

By the time we finish our coffee and head back to Sebastian’s house, the unease has settled into my bones, a constant reminder that something is coming. Something I can’t control or stop, no matter how much I want to.

Back at the house, Anna heads to the guest room, leaving me alone in the living room. I sit down on the couch, my phone clutched in my hand as I scroll through the last few messages from Sebastian. Vague. Reassuring but empty. Just enough to let me know he’s alive, but not enough to calm the storm inside me.

Finally, after seven days of almost complete silence, I give in. I open a new message and type:

When are you coming home? I miss you.

I hesitate, my thumb hovering over the send button before I add:

I need to swallow your cock, and I need you to fuck me in every hole.

It’s a risky message, but at this point, I don’t care. I need something—some kind of response that lets me know he’s coming back to me. I hit send, feeling a strange mix of anticipation and fear bubbling in my chest.

I wait for what feels like an eternity, the seconds dragging on, my heart pounding in my chest as I stare at my phone.

But then, the front door swings open, and my heart skips a beat.

Sebastian and Ty walk in, their faces hard, their bodies covered in blood. Cuts and bruises mark their skin, and Sebastian is clutching his shoulder, where a bullet wound has been bandaged.

“Oh my god,” I whisper, rushing to Sebastian’s side. Anna rushing down the stairs to Ty’s side, her face pale with worry.

“What happened?” I ask, my voice trembling as I take in the sight of Sebastian’s injuries.

“It’s nothing,” Sebastian mutters, his voice tight with pain.

But it’s not nothing. Not even close.

Ty and Anna exchange a glance, and I can see the fear in Anna’s eyes. Whatever happened, it was bad. And they’re not telling us the full story. Again.

“I need to get him cleaned up,” I say, trying to stay calm even though my heart is racing.

Anna nods, knowing we both need time alone with the guys. Her and Ty head home in her car, leaving his bike here.

* * *

After going to the bathroom in our bedroom, I turn on the shower, the steam already filling the room as I move toward him. My hands tremble as I reach for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head.

His fractured gaze follows my every move, a flicker of something dark and primal in his eyes, but he doesn’t stop me. He’s giving me this control, allowing me to strip him down piece by piece. As I unbuckle his belt, my fingers brush against his skin, and I realize it’s not just the blood I’m washing away. It’s his trust, his vulnerability, that he’s placing in my hands.

I shed my clothes next, feeling his eyes burn into me, but there’s no hesitation in the way he lets me guide him into the shower. The water cascades over us, mixing with the blood, and I gently press the soap against his skin, my hands shaking as I cleanse him, every touch a silent reassurance that I’m here, that I’ll take care of him. He lets me. He trusts me. And in this moment, with the water washing over us, I feel a connection that runs deeper than the darkness we both carry.

As the water pours over us, I feel his body tense beneath my touch, and I know he’s still holding back. There’s so much he’s not saying, so much he’s hiding from me. But I don’t push. Not yet. I just focus on getting him clean, on making sure he’s okay.

But the moment I touch the wound on his shoulder, I freeze. It’s been stitched up, carefully, as if someone else had already tended to it before they got home.

“Where were you?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper.

He doesn’t answer, but the look in his eyes tells me everything I need to know. Whatever happened, it was dangerous. And it’s not over yet.

But before I can press him further, the heat between us flares to life again, a reminder of that text I sent him right before he walked in the door. As the hot water continues to cascade over us, something shifts inside me. The need for answers fades away, replaced by something more primal. Right now, I don’t need explanations. I don’t need to know where he’s been or what he’s done. I only need him.

Without thinking, I drop to my knees in front of him, the water splashing against my back as I look up at him with wide, pleading eyes. I want him to know that I’m his in every way—that I’ll give him every part of me, just as I promised.

“I’ll give you a reason to come home to me every night,” I whisper, my voice filled with desire and submission.

Sebastian’s expression darkens with lust as he watches me, his cock already hard, the thick length of him standing at attention. He reaches down, brushing his thumb over my lips, his eyes locked on mine.

“This,” he murmured, his voice rough and full of heat, “is just another reason I’ll always come back to you. No matter where I go, it’s you I’ll come home to. I love you.”

The words send a shiver through me, and I feel my heart pound in my chest. I’ve known for a while that I’m in love with him, but I’ve never dared to tell him. I wasn’t sure I could ever let myself be that vulnerable, that open. But hearing him say those words, hearing him confess the one thing I never thought he’d say, something snaps inside me. It’s like a dam breaking, the darkness inside me that I’ve tried so hard to hide finally rushing forward. He’s consuming me, devouring every piece of who I thought I was, and I’m letting him.

I don’t hesitate any longer. I lean forward and take him into my mouth, my lips wrapping around his thick cock as I suck him in deep. The taste of him floods my senses, salty and raw, and I moan around him, the vibrations of my voice making him groan in response. My body feels alive, on fire, and I want more. I want everything he’s offering, even if it means losing myself in the process.

His hand tangles in my wet hair, gripping it tightly as I bob my head, taking him deeper with each movement. I can feel him throbbing against my tongue, his size making it hard to breathe, but I don’t care. I want to choke on him, to give him every part of me until he can’t take anymore.

“Fuckkkk, ,” Sebastian growls, his voice thick with pleasure. He pulls my head back, forcing me to look up at him, my mouth still full of his cock. “You’re such a good girl, aren’t you? Gagging on my cock like the little whore you are.”

His words send a jolt of heat through me, and I moan again, my throat tightening around him as I take him deeper. He groans, his hips thrusting forward as he pushes me to my limit, his grip on my hair tightening.

I choke, but I don’t stop. The way he’s looking at me, the way he’s fucking my mouth, it only drives me further into the darkness, and I welcome it. I can feel his pleasure building, the way his body tenses as I work him harder, faster. The sound of his groans, the way he’s completely losing control, drives me wild. I want to make him come, to taste him, to give him everything he’s been missing while he’s been away.

He pulls back just enough to let me breathe, his cock slick with my saliva dripping down my chin and onto my breasts as he watches me struggle to catch my breath. But before I can even recover, he’s pushing back into my mouth, fucking my throat with rough, deep strokes that leave me gasping for air.

My hands clutch his thighs as I take everything he gives me, my body trembling with desire as the water pours over us. I’m completely lost in him, in the way he owns me, the way he controls every inch of my body.

“You like this, baby?” he groans, his voice thick with pleasure as he watches me gag on his cock. “You like how I fuck your mouth, don’t you?”

I moan around him, nodding as best I can, my eyes watering from the intensity. Tears finally fall over my lashes and run down my cheeks, streaking my mascara with them. He growls in response, his thrusts becoming harder, more erratic as he edges closer to release.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful when you cry for me, baby…” he groans, his hips jerking as he finally pulls back, his chest heaving as he looks down at me. His cock is still rock hard, dripping with my saliva, and he reaches down, grabbing my chin and lifting my face to meet his gaze. “You’re fucking perfect, .”

I can’t speak. I can only look up at him, breathless, wrecked, and completely consumed by him. He pulls me to my feet, his hands rough as he spins me around to press me against the shower wall. His voice is dark, thick with desire as he growls in my ear. “But we’re not done yet. Not even close.”

My body shudders, and I realize that this—this is what I’ve been craving. This is what I’ve needed all along. He’s dragging me deeper into his darkness, and I’m more than willing to follow.

Sebastian’s hands slide down my wet skin, his grip firm and unyielding as he presses my front against the cool tile of the shower wall. The contrast of the cold tile against my overheated body sends a shiver through me, and my breath catches in my throat. His chest presses against my back, the heat of him, the weight of him, overwhelming me.

“You asked for this,” he growls, his voice thick with desire. His lips brush against my ear, and I can feel his cock hard and ready against the curve of my ass. “You begged for me to fuck you in every hole. You missed me that much, huh?”

I whimper, pressing my forehead against the tile, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. “Yes,” I whisper. “I needed you. I missed you.”

“Missed me so much you wanted to be filled completely, isn’t that right, ?” His voice drips with dark amusement as he leans down, his teeth grazing my neck. “Say it.”

“I want you to fuck me,” I breathe, my voice barely audible over the pounding of the water. My legs tremble beneath me, but his hands slide down to grip my hips, keeping me upright, holding me exactly where he wants me.

“I love you.” he murmurs against my skin, “remember that because the way I’m about to treat you won’t seem like love,” and the words send a bolt of heat straight to my pussy. “I’m going to ruin you, but I think that’s exactly what you want.”

Without another word, he slides his hand between my legs, and I gasp as his fingers brush against my clit. The sensation is electric, sending a rush of pleasure through me, but it’s not enough. I need more. I need him inside me, filling me like I’ve been craving ever since he left.

“You’re soaked,” he growls, his breath hot against my ear as his fingers work my clit in slow, deliberate circles. “So fucking wet for me. Is this what you’ve been thinking about? Me fucking you in the shower, your cunt dripping for me?”

I nod, my body trembling under his touch. “Please, Sebastian.”

His fingers slide inside me, and I moan, pressing back against him, needing more, needing everything. He works me slowly at first, teasing, drawing out the pleasure until I’m trembling on the edge, desperate for release. But he’s not ready to give me that. Not yet.

“You think I don’t know what you want?” His voice is dark and commanding as his fingers thrust into me harder, deeper. “You think I don’t know how bad you want to be fucked like my whore?”

“Yes,” I whimper, my voice shaking with need. “Please.”

He pulls his fingers from me, and before I can even register the loss, he grabs me by the hips and lines himself up, the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance. He leans down, his mouth brushing against my ear again. “You’re mine, . And I’m going to fuck you like I own you. Because I do.”

With one hard thrust, he buries himself inside me, and I scream, the sound echoing off the walls of the shower as my pussy stretches to accommodate him. The intensity is overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that leaves me gasping for air, my nails scraping against the tile as I struggle to hold myself up.

Sebastian doesn’t wait, doesn’t give me time to adjust. He pulls back and slams into me again, harder this time, and I cry, the sound raw and desperate. My body melts into the rhythm, each brutal thrust pushing me closer to the edge. He fills me so completely, so perfectly, and all I can do is hold on as the pleasure builds inside me, threatening to drown me. Tears pour down my cheeks as he fucks me so violently.

“Just like I said,” he whispers into my ear, before slamming himself back into me. “So fucking beautiful when you cry for me, baby.”

His hands grip my hips so tightly I know there will be bruises tomorrow, but I don’t care. All I can focus on is the way he feels inside me, the way my body responds to his every move. I’ve never needed anything more than I need this—than I need him.

“Look at you,” he growls, his voice thick with desire. “Taking me so fucking deep. Is this what you missed? Being fucked like this?”

“Yes,” I gasp, my voice trembling as the pleasure coils tighter inside me. “Yes, Sebastian. I missed you.”

He slams into me again, the force of it pushing me harder against the wall, and I feel his hand slide up my spine, gripping the back of my neck. He holds me there, his breath hot against my ear as he fucks me, relentless and unforgiving.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he growls, his voice dark and dangerous. “You feel that, baby? That’s my cock inside your perfect pussy. You think anyone else will ever get to fuck you like this?”

“No,” I moan, my body trembling under his relentless assault. “Only you.”

His hand slides around to grip my throat, pulling me back against him, and the shift in angle sends a shock wave of pleasure through me. I cry out, my body tightening around him as the orgasm builds, my mind spinning with the intensity of it all.

“You’re going to come for me,” he growls, his hand tightening around my throat. “Right fucking now.”

His words send me over the edge. My entire body seizes with pleasure as the orgasm rips through me, leaving me gasping for air as I tremble beneath him. He doesn’t slow down, doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking me through it, his cock driving into me over and over again, pulling every last bit of pleasure from my body until I’m left shaking and spent.

But even as my body comes down from the high, I feel something warm and wet sliding down my back, mixing with the water. I realize it’s blood—Sebastian’s blood. His wound has reopened, the stitches torn from the intensity of what he’s doing to me, but it’s like he doesn’t even notice. He’s too consumed, too lost in the moment to care.

“Sebastian,” I gasp, trying to pull away, but his grip tightens, holding me in my place.

“Don’t worry about me, darling,” he growls, his voice rough as he thrusts into me again, harder this time. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Before I can respond, his hand moves lower, sliding down the curve of my ass. His fingers tease the tight ring of muscle there, and I tense for a moment, but the thrill of it, the thought of him taking me completely, makes me shudder with anticipation. I look over my shoulder to see him spit on my ass as his fingers rub it. He presses one finger against my ass, and as he fucks my pussy, he slips the finger inside, stretching me as his cock drives into me relentlessly.

The sensation is overwhelming, pleasure and pain colliding in a way that leaves me gasping, my mind spinning. He’s filling me in every way, just like I begged for, and the intensity of it sends another wave of pleasure crashing through me.

When his finger pushes deeper, stretching my ass, I cry out, trying to shift away, but his grip tightens. He just laughs darkly, pulling me back against him, adding another finger, fucking my ass harder with his fingers while his cock pounds into my pussy. My body is caught between the two sensations, and the overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure makes my vision blur.

“You feel that?” he growls against my ear, his breath hot and heavy. “That’s me, . Every fucking part of you is mine.”

I moan, unable to speak, my body trembling as he fucks me harder, deeper. His fingers press further into my ass, matching the rhythm of his cock, and I feel another orgasm building, the pleasure too intense to hold back. My body clenches around him, both my pussy and ass tightening with the growing pressure, driving him deeper with every thrust.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he grunts, his voice rough with lust, “not until you come on my cock again, and again.”

The way he owns me, the way he takes everything without hesitation, has me falling apart in his hands. The powerlessness, the surrender—it’s everything I didn’t know I needed.

“Come for me again,” he orders, his voice dark and commanding. “Come while I fuck you in every hole, like the filthy little whore you are.”

And I do. The orgasm slams into me, my body convulsing around him as the pleasure tears through me, leaving me shaking and breathless. He is completely holding me up at this point, keeping me from falling flat on my face. He keeps going, driving into me with brutal intensity, until finally, with a low growl, he comes, spilling inside me as his fingers continue to fuck my ass.

For a moment, we stand there, both of us panting, the water pouring over us as the intensity of what just happened lingers in the air.

Then, slowly, he pulls out, letting me collapse against the wall, my body trembling, my breath ragged.

“Don’t send me texts trying to play with me, , because now you know I don’t take them lightly” he whispers, leaning down to kiss my neck softly, his voice soft but dangerous. “And don’t ever forget who you belong to.”

* * *

He carries me out of the shower and into our room, our bodies still buzzing with adrenaline. Sebastian throws on a pair of sweatpants while I towel off, wrapping myself in one of his t-shirts before climbing into bed. The silk sheets feel like heaven against my skin, and for a moment, I allow myself to relax.

As he fucked me in the shower, it was everything I had felt since he left me a week ago. Raw, brutal, honest. Every touch, every thrust, was filled with a hunger neither of us could contain. He held nothing back, and I didn’t want him to. I wanted it all. When I came apart beneath him, trembling and unraveling in his arms, I knew I’d never belong to anyone else. It’s him—always him.

Now, he sits on the edge of the bed, his body still, his shoulders hunched slightly forward, like the weight of the world is pressing down on him. I can’t see what’s in his hands— he’s fidgeting with something, but I don’t think much of it. It’s probably just the residual tension from everything he’s been through.

I watch him in the dim light, my eyes tracing the lines of his body, his tattoos, the way the darkness clings to him. He’s been through so much, and it shows. But beneath it all, I know him. I know the man who loves me, who devours me with every glance, who would destroy the world to protect me. And the thought of that fills me with a warmth I can’t describe.

I reach up, my fingers trembling slightly as I gently touch his face. His skin is warm under my hand, and I feel the slightest shiver pass through him. His eyes meet mine, and for a second, I see all of it—the weight of his emotions, his past, and everything we’ve become.

“I should hate you,” I whisper, the words hanging heavy between us. I should. The way he fucks me, the way he pulls me deeper into his world of shadows—it should make me run. But it doesn’t.

He tenses at my words, his eyes flickering with something dark, something raw. Then his voice comes, low and rough, filled with a challenge, but also an understanding.

“You should hate me, ,” he says. It’s almost a dare, a final invitation to walk away. To escape him and everything we are.

I hold his gaze, my heart pounding in my chest as I think about everything we’ve been through, the darkness we’ve shared, the fire that burns between us. I know he expects me to take that chance, but I can’t. I smile softly, my lips curving into a smirk as I whisper, “But I’m madly in love with you.”

His eyes widen slightly, and I can see how my words hit him. The weight of my love, of my choice to stay. It’s everything he never expected, but everything he needs.

But then Sebastian shifts his body slightly, still at the edge of the bed, his eyes dark and intense as he reaches into the pocket of his sweatpants. I can see it in his eyes-the hunger, the need. His hands ache to touch me; I can feel it in the way the air between us tightens, like he’s ready to devour me all over again. I stand there, frozen, watching him like I’m still trying to figure out if he’s the monster I think he is, or something far worse.

Maybe he is. But what he doesn’t realize is that I’ve already become that darkness in him, the thing holding him together in this hell we both can’t escape.

“,” he begins, his voice low, but I can hear the weight of everything he’s about to say. And I know it’s going to tear me apart, piece by piece, just like he always does. “I’ve killed for you. You know that. I’d do it again-without hesitation. I’d tear apart anyone who even thinks about taking you away from me. There’s no line I wouldn’t cross, no blood I wouldn’t spill, if it means you stay by my side.”

I open my mouth to speak, but he won’t let me. Not yet. His hands shoot forward, grabbing my wrists, pulling me into him until I can feel the wild rhythm of his heart pounding against mine. His grip is hard, possessive.

“You don’t get it, do you?” His voice vibrates through me, dark and filled with something raw, something dangerous.

“You’re not just something I want, . You’re the air I breathe, the fucking reason my heart still beats. Without you, my life isn’t worth living. I’d rather burn everything to the ground, including myself, than live in a world where you’re not mine.”

His words hit me like a storm. I see it-the rage, the possessiveness burning behind his eyes. He can’t stop it, and he doesn’t want to. And god help me, I don’t want him to, either.

“You are mine, . You always will be.” His grip tightens, and there’s a wildness in his touch. “I’d chain you to me if I had to. Hell, I’ll chain you to this goddamn house if that’s what it takes to make you stay. I don’t care what anyone thinks. You belong to me.”

I should be afraid, and maybe a part of me is, but there’s something else-a deeper, darker pull that surges inside me, answering to his need. My breath catches in my throat, and he sees it. He sees everything.

“You complete me,” he whispers, his voice rough, shaking with something I can’t name. “Without you, I’m just a hollow shell, a man consumed by the shadows inside me. But with you… with you, , I can feel again. You make the darkness bearable.”

His hand cups my face, forcing me to meet his gaze, and I see the truth of it all— the desperation, the madness, the need. “Marry me,” he breathes, but it’s not a question. It’s a demand. A command. “Bind yourself to me, in every way that counts. I don’t want anyone else. I’ll never want anyone else. It’s you, or it’s nothing. I can’t live in a world where you’re not mine. So be mine, . Forever.”

And in that moment, with his words wrapping around me like chains, I realize something I’m not ready to admit- I’m already his. I’ve always been.

My heart skips a beat as he pulls out a ring—a beautiful ring with a fucking huge red stone in the center.

I stare at the ring, my mind spinning. This isn’t how I imagined a proposal. But with Sebastian, nothing is ever as expected.

I meet his gaze, my heart racing. “You’re serious?”

He nods, his eyes burning with a possessive fire. “You’re mine, . I’ve already branded my name onto your skin. I’ve fucked every hole you have. I know what I want. I want you. Forever. Until death rips me away from you.”

A thrill runs through me, but it’s tinged with fear. Fear of what this means. Fear of the world he’s pulling me into.

But as I look at him, at the man who’s claimed every part of me—my body, my heart, my soul—I know I can’t say no.

“Yes,” I whisper.